Strange thing is this is the second time this has happened this year. I knoww I read an earlier article on Fark about something similar nearby this incident. All the birds flapped at once and broke the power line. Weird.

The only image I am picturing right now is the scene from "Ice Age" where the little rodent finally gets his acorn to the top of a tree and gets hit my lightning. Then he just stands there fried and shocked.

PETA will probably try to get a covering on the wire to protect the flying rodents.

but seriously, what the hell did that last statement have to do with anything? what were they going to try to idnetify them for? were they escaped mutant pigeons? the mutant pigeons escaped, run for it!

Early in my career, I worked for the local power utility company. One of the systems I worked on was the trouble system for operators, getting alarms in from substations around town, sending wireless signals to move switches, etc. When a alarm would come in, the system operators would usually try to find out what the cause was, and note it in the system. One day I came across a record of an alarm, with the explaination:

Alarm at substation: Squirrel found on transformer with very surprised look on his face.

This is an outrage. I believe that we should start a pigeon identication project so that we may notify the families of these pigeons of any (hopefully none) tragedies that happen to these stupid, annoying creatures.

I believe that this task should be given to PETA, so that they may stop pissing off the rest of us.

Yeah, squrriels get into the transformers down the road from my house at least once a month, more often this winter. Blows up REAL GOOD. I'm so used to the BANG and the split-second flicker of the lights, that if al-Queada sets off a nuke I probably wouldn't notice...

Mutley you snickering floppyeared houndwhen courage is needed, you'reneer around.Those medals you wear onyour moth-eaten chestshould be there for bunglingat which you are best.So stop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonHowww?nab himjab himtab himgrag himstop that pigeon now!You, silly, stop sneaking it's notworth the chancefor you'll be returned by theseat of your pantsand clunk, you invent me athingamybobthat catches that pigeon orI lose my jobSo stop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonstop the pigeonhowww?nab himjab himtab himgrab himstop that pigeon now!

Who put fifty tons of shiat on the Foreign Office roof?Who suffers from nine known diseases?Who gets up in the morning when the sun comes upAnd makes their beds, paper clips, bus ticketsAll around their heads?Who congregate around Trafalgar SquareTaking pot shots at the tourists?Oh you've got to watch outWhen you wander round the square in the morningCos they're everywhere, they're everywhereHere we have an honest manA civil servant to bootHe lived high up in the MinistryAnd when he wished to make a pointHe knew just what to doHis window ledges were all covered in grease"I want them out of here"He said to me, "I want them gone"Because you see - Oh don't you seeNone of us are getting any youngerYou've got to follow your noseAnd if it tells you that you've got to goWell that's because, they're everywhere,They're everywhereSo we called in those men, those horrible menWe set them to work on the rooftopsYou see their van is very plainAnd I know they're too ashamedTo wear their by appointment badges anymoreSometimes they use vaseline, sometimes they use the pillI've often seen them with a gunBut as the years go by, old habits seem to dieAnd nowadays they knockatize them allOh you've got to watch outAs you wander round the square in the morningOh they're everywhere, they're everywhere

FYI - It's a documented fact that buzzard dung collecting on top of power poles will also cause power outages. I know this because I used to work for a major electric utility working on a transmission line outage database. Idiot bushhog operators cutting power pole guy wires cause far more power outages than buzzards.

I see that a lot of you hate pigeons. You know, the common name for a pigeon is a Rock Dove. Yes, that's right. According, to ornithologists, pigeons are doves and doves are pigeons. Doves are just white pigeons.

So, since you hate the "winged rats," then you must hate the symbol for "peace and love" right?

We worked with white pigeons in Psych lab and sometimes I would look at them and think, "awww, but it's a dove..." then it would bite me and try to escape and I'd correct myself: "No, it's a farking pigeon!" I don't make that mistake any more

And with all the liberals-giving-liberals-a-bad-name on my campus, yeah, I'm starting to hate the symbol for peace and love too.

The difference between pigeons and doves is more cultural than genetic. Pigeons congregate in urban areas, ruin their neighborhoods, and generally make life miserable for the rest of us. Doves tend to prefer the suburbs, don't make a mess and are pleasant to have around.

From a purely biological standpoint, of course, they're basically the same bird...

Ravens eat pigeons. Sometimes they tear the heads off of them and don't eat them. Import some, they'll take care of the pigeon problem. But I must warn you, ravens are called "dumpster chickens" around here.

Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.Life is skittles, And life is beer.I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.(I do. Don't you? 'Course you do!)But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.

All the world seems in tune on a spring afternoon,When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.Ev'ry Sunday you'll see my sweetheart and me,As we poison the pigeons in the park.

When they see us coming,The birdies all try an' hide,But they still go for peanutsWhen coated with cyanide.

The sun's shining bright,Ev'rything seems all right,When we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We've gained notoriety,And caused much anxietyIn the Audubon SocietyWith our games.They call it impiety,And lack of propriety,And quite a varietyOf unpleasant names.But it's not against any religionTo want to dispose of a pigeon.

So if Sunday you're free, why don't you come with me,And we'll poison the pigeons in the park.And maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two,While we're poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them allAmid laughter and merriment,Except for the fewWe take home to experiment.

My pulse will be quickenin'With each drop of strych'nineWe feed to a pigeon,(It just takes a smidgin!)To poison a pigeon in the park.